snorted. “Remember when you lost a contact, and we both had to crawl around on the floor until we found it?”
I laughed, patting his leg. “Not like I was going to put it back in—I know they kept the play rooms clean at that place, but I wasn’t sticking something in my eye to test the theory.”
Kelly chuckled. “Okay, so safe words are pretty chill with you guys.”
“Totally,” Aaron said. “They just mean we need to put on the brakes, not that someone has done something horrifically wrong. I mean, I’ve used one occasionally because my head wasn’t in the game.”
“Me too,” I said. “We both try to be in the right frame of mind before we start playing, but sometimes you don’t realize until you start than you’re in over your head.” I shrugged. “We might use them a bit more frequently than other people do—I know some couples reserve them for serious problems, but for us, they’re for any time or any reason someone needs to stop. Then we regroup, address whatever the problem was, and we either pick up and keep going, or we call it a night, relax, and try again when everyone is in a better place.”
Kelly released a long breath. “That…sounds perfect to me.”
“Good.” Aaron glanced at each of us. “So, is there anything else we need to work out?”
I moved closer to the edge of my seat so I could slide my hand higher up his inner thigh. “Are you getting antsy, baby?”
He swallowed. “A little.”
“Uh-huh.” I flicked my eyes toward Kelly. “What about you? Anything else you think we need to cover?”
Shaking his head and sounding slightly out of breath, Kelly said, “No. No, I think we touched on all the big stuff.”
“Mmhmm. I agree.” I brought my hand up, hooked a finger under Aaron’s collar, and tugged him roughly toward me. Eyes locked on his, I said, “So you’re both in agreement that sex and playing just aren’t the same if you can’t kiss on the mouth, right?”
Aaron whimpered in that delicious way he did when he was turned on. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kelly fidgeting.
“Definitely,” Aaron breathed.
“Uh-huh,” Kelly agreed. “If there’s no kissing, then what’s the point?”
“Mmm, I agree.” I kissed Aaron, letting it linger for a moment and enjoying the way I could still, even after all this time, melt him with a kiss. Still kissing Aaron, I opened my eyes to steal a glance at Kelly, and oh, God, yes, he was watching, and he was as out of breath as Aaron was going to be in a second. When our eyes met, I could almost feel his toes curling.
Breaking the kiss, I released Aaron’s collar and sat back in the armchair. As I folded my hands in my lap, I grinned. “So.” Damn, I was out of breath too. “Let’s see how compatible you two are.”
They looked at each other. Kelly swallowed. Aaron licked his lips. For a moment, neither of them moved. Kelly’s eyes darted toward Aaron’s mouth. Aaron’s did the same. The two of them were getting visibly hard, and Aaron twisted slightly so he could bring his knee up onto the cushion between them, probably to subtly accommodate his growing erection.
I drummed my nails emphatically on the end table, which gave them both a jolt. Aaron slid closer to Kelly on the couch. Then Kelly curved a hand behind Aaron’s neck. They leaned in, but hesitated, locking eyes as they hovered there, inches apart with my command still hanging in the air.
It was Aaron who finally broke the standoff, and I swear I felt the instant their lips met.
In the scattered experiences we’d had with other men, one of the hottest things for me had been watching Aaron kissing our third. If there really was chemistry between them, then watching them make out was like something out of the sexiest porno ever made.
Watching him make out with Kelly? Holy. Shit. Aaron was beyond hot on his own, and watching him nudging Kelly’s slim lips apart with his tongue took my breath away. He’d always been a confident, assertive kisser, and apparently so was Kelly. They didn’t bother being tentative—they went straight to a deep, languid kiss that had me quickly getting hard enough to make these jeans uncomfortable.
As they deepened the kiss, Kelly slid a hand around the back of Aaron’s neck, and something about his little finger running underneath Aaron’s leather collar made me hot all over.
I had